Stella
I'm exhausted. I've been practicing with Raphael and Evan for days now, and I'm not even sure I'm getting stronger. Both of them kick my ass whenever I attempt to beat them in a duel.
Why can't they pretend to lose?
Just once...
Well...
I guess I get it.
It probably goes against their code as strong males, and the threat of our demonic enemies is real—they can't pretend I'm strong when we all need to become more powerful.
Sighing to myself, I splash more water up into my face. It's early morning, and Evan was gone when I woke up. Left a note about heading to the same gym at which Raphael had been spending time.
They fight about who got the most prominent muscles... Men.
I brush my fingers through my hair and fall silent when I hear approaching whistling. It's Raphael, b
